undertones

     

they pour truth over me
like rain soaking an old t-shirt
flush against your skin

quietly
understated
understanding
numbness

steam rising
like winter breath
on summer skin

as if you exhale a piece of one season
into another

crossing time
or is time crossing you?

such a fragile thing
      our bodies
casing souls
           or only desires
but you are trapped within
           unable to escape the simplicity
of skin